The ghost Alive

What lurks in the dark?

Something about the night seems so strange to Emma Walker. Probably that explains why she is always within the confinement of her room when the darkness becomes thick.

‘Gloomy’, that is the only adjective that seems to repeat in her head as she stares through her window at the sight of black.

She dares not step out.

Anna and  Chloe were out doing the usual. ‘Those two,’ she thought,as she lifted her head to the bulb light that held so much pleasantness and beauty. She sighed.

Will she continue this way? Hiding behind the beams of light always and never daring to let the hands of the dark touch her. For goodness sake, she was twenty. What type of phobia was this?

Her friends were out sometimes,partying and they came back, unharmed, alive. Now, everyone thought she was weird, they even admit it to her face. That’s worse enough.

“Whatever,” she said as the trembling hands of fear held her back.

She was the only one at home. She didn’t care as long as she was in the warm embrace of safety with the eyes of light staring directly at her,watching her. This was safety indeed.

She closed her eyes, giving in to sleep.

Even as she closed her eyes, there was darkness everywhere. She couldn’t see a thing. It was....it was gloomy!

All of a sudden, it seemed like something was coming for her, something ugly, monstrous, something she was too afraid to behold. It was coming closer.

She gasped.